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I'm sure they were but you're mine now and I refuse to give you back to them.

[ Destiny makes the most sense. Even though he was a merchant he never would have stepped foot in Nicolo's parish. They only found each other because they were meant to.

He brushes Nicky's bangs back with a little chuckle. He's adorable with his not quite long hair. ]

Don't try to cook dinner the same day I wear those shorts for you. You get distracted too easily when I walk around in those.

There is the problem where all my parish is dead, of course, which does make you a winner by default, even though I chose you back then, too.

[ He closes his eyes and grins for the touch of Joe's hair to his hair, missing it when it's long just for the way that Joe likes to play with it. It will be so nice to have that again, with the sweep of it off his neck, the brush of it from his forehead, and his fingers through his hair. ]

Your ass hangs out of them. [ Which is by intent. ] Of course I'm distracted by them. Maybe I'll buy you an apron to go with them to help, just to cover some of it up.

I was the winner long before they started to die off.

[ Joe is still undecided on how he's gong to change his look. Perhaps he'll let Nicky decided for him. Right now, he's going to play with Nicky's. ]

We are only going to end up having sex in the kitchen. There is no way you're going to keep your hands off me, apron or no.

[ It sounds very nice though. No one to walk in one them while they get handsy and he really does enjoy showing off and looking pretty for Nicky. ]

Yes, you were. The story came later, but you were like a pied piper and i your...well, rat.

[ That wasn't as romantic as Nicky wanted, and his face falls a little to realize it. Still, what romance is needed when they're talking about Nicky cooking for Joe and those teensy tiny shorts that Nicky loves to see so much. ]

You say that like it's a bad thing. I could have you on the counter and still use the spatula to flip dinner.

[ He can't help but laugh. There are times when Nicky can be just as romantic as him but sometimes he stumbles and it's adorable.

He pushes Nicky onto his back and settles on top of him very at home in the cradle of his thighs. There's nothing quite like the feel of his lover's body under him. ]

You are so confident. Remember what happened in Manhattan when you thought we could fool around and not burn dinner? Or Sydney? Or Cairo?

[ He could go on and on but he won't. He's made his point. ]

[ Nicky wrinkles his nose, mouthing 'rat' again, because it really didn't land a mark, but he'll get better. That, or he'll just go back to the languages he knows, even if one of them is one he can only use in a small Swiss canton these days. ]

I loved our Sydney apartment until I burned it down. [ So mournful about that, though he doesn't regret it. Joe really had looked excellent enough to eat. ]

Maybe I've grown and learned?

Hmmm, we can test but I will keep a fire extinguisher handy.

[ The Sydney apartment had been very nice with a beautiful view. It's such a shame.

He leans in and nuzzles against Nicky's neck, pressing a few kisses along his pulse. ]

Will you make that chocolate cake for me if I wear those little shorts for you?

[ Nicky is not going to sulk at the implication that he'll burn down another house, even though it's every bit as likely as ever, if Joe is going to wear those shorts. He dreams about those shorts, he really does.

He laughs at the kiss when one is a little more ticklish than the others. ]

Only if I get to make extra of the frosting so I can lick it off you.

You're offering me a deal with no downsides, my love.

[ Nicky's laughter makes him smile every single time. He draws back so he can see the happiness for himself.

He's beautiful. Joe can't breathe for a second with the swell of emotions in his chest. The love he feels for him really has no words. ]

[ Nicky can't help his flush, loving the way Joe is staring at him, even if he still can't believe that he looks at him with such adoration. ]

What? [ He asks, with a huff of laughter, not sure what it is he's done to cause such a reaction from Joe. If anything, he should be the one stunned to speechlessness, and he doubts he's got this reaction just because he's guaranteed he'd bake one of Joe's favourite cakes. ]

I haven't heard you laugh like that in awhile. It's a beautiful sound. Makes my heart shiver with pleasure and happiness.

[ It's really the first sign he's seen of his Nicky, the playful, sweet, and gentle man who he loves more than reason. It's hope that the shadows that haunt them will be lifted. ]

[ With Joe above him like this, he grabs at his waist, pushing his fingers beneath the fabric of his shirt. It has been a while since his laughter hasn't been shadowed by the terrible situation they're facing, but Joe always makes him laugh and smile like this.

With the prospect of a break on the horizon, it's even easier to laugh. ]

I could make other parts of you shiver with happiness, I think.

[ He slides his hand towards the hem of Joe's pants, giving a sharp tug so he can yank him in. Nicky's definitely still in A Mood, but this one is a little different than earlier (though not by much, with his adrenaline still pounding). ]

We'll have to be quiet, with Andy and Nile so close.

[ There he is. There's his Nicolo, seducing him with just a few touches under his shirt and a few forceful pulls. So much strength and passion. Joe is helpless under the force of it. ]

Mmm, I think I can manage that.

[ Joe drops onto his forearms on top of Nicky so they're pressed tightly together. This time when he mouths at his neck there's teeth and force behind it. A hickey could never last but Joe leaves one anyway. ]

But you, my love? Slow and quiet with the mood you're in? I don't think so.

[ It's fun to taunt the bull. ]

[ Nicky keeps tugging, seeing as he's no longer that priest with a parish (they'd all be horrified and shocked if they knew what Father Nicolo was doing now). With Joe this close, he grabs at his chin to hold him tightly, pulling him in for a fierce kiss.

At the jibe, his eyes flash with the challenge, growling low in his throat as he locks his knees and spins them to pin Joe to the bed, sliding down his body to pull Joe's pants down. ]

My mouth will be busy. It's your noises you should worry about.

[ Yes, there it is. The strength of Nicky's passion is overwhelming in the best way. Joe lets himself get thrown onto his back moving with the momentum instead of against it.

Another night, maybe, he'll fight for control. Not tonight when Nicky so clearly needs to get it out of his system. ]

Oh, my only weakness. Your mouth. [ He helpfully lifts his hips to make it easier for Nicky to undress him. ] I guess I'll be apologizing to Nile for the noise tomorrow.

[ Every time Joe's hips move or any part of him seems like he's going to come off the bed, Nicky pins him down again, a blazing light in his eye that dares him to do it again, because the next time will get him held down harder. He sneaks his pants down a little slower, though, wanting to tease and tempt. ]

My mouth is your only weakness? I'll make you take that back.

[ It's a warning made with the warm stroke of his hands as he tenderly slides them up Joe's torso, grinning as he wiggles the pants off in their descent, but no sooner does he get them off does he swallow Joe's cock as deep as he can, sucking hard to make it clear what kind of mood he's in. ]

[ How can he not answer that challenge and return the passion with equal force? Joe tests Nicky's strength each time he's pinned, pushing back, almost bucking under his force. ]

You are my weakness. My love. [ He reaches down and tangles his fingers in Nicky's hair. He needs an anchor as Nicky goes down on him. His body goes from flirtatious and fun to incredibly turned on in a second flat.

Joe bites his lower lip to muffle his shout of surprised pleasure. Oh, he asked for this and is in no way actually ready. He's hard in seconds under such intense attention. Nicky's mouth is wicked and wonderful. ]

[ Nicky loves the sensation of Joe's fingers in his hair, but it doesn't distract him from what he's doing. His blood has been thumping since he fought those assholes, and the second he's got Joe pinned, he's back at it, furious to keep him down so that he can give him pleasure.

That Joe gets hard under the ministrations of his tongue and lips so quickly is a testament to his skill, considering how many times he's done this.

And every time Joe even thinks of moving, Nicky's hands are there to push him back, reminding him who is in control right now. ]

[ The praise for his skills falls from Joe's lips in soft, fervent murmurs of Italian. Nicky knows exactly how to undo him and it's a beautiful sensation.

He does try, though, to lift his hips and send himself deeper. His love is very forceful about not letting him. It's the perfect blend of pleasure and frustration.

He would beg for mercy but he knows it's pointless. He is Nicky's, utterly, right now. ]

[ Nicky's breaths are deep from his nose, relaxing his jaw to take Joe a little deeper as he starts to relax his hold on him. This isn't a fight, even though Nicky has distinct memories of vicious blowjobs in the early days when he would have done anything to shut Yusuf up.

It turned out, it worked.

Now, though, there is a tenderness and a gentle care, even though Nicky's pace is merciless, an onslaught to bring Joe off, eager to make him cry out. ]

[ They were like animals those first few times together, almost as vicious as their fights. The raw need is the same though. He cannot live without this man and cannot stay sane under his attentions. ]

Nicolo! [ Oh, whoever has the room next to theirs better be asleep or they would hear that. Joe's voice helpless and full of pleasure.

His fingers tighten in Nicky's hair as he gets closer as a silent warning in case his love has other plans. ]

[ Nicky moves his hands to a new spot, now grabbing at Joe's ass to get a handful and control how deep he is in Nicky's mouth, able to fuck his own mouth with Joe's cock and still, he's in control. It's already lasted longer than the fight, which is helpful, and when Joe's hands tighten in his hair, he lets his jaw go slack.

Easing to the tip, he soothes his tongue's ministrations, popping off wetly, almost as if he doesn't know how much he's teasing. ]

Where on me do you want to make a mess?

[ It's a hoarse whisper, but his eyes are bright and brilliant as he asks. ]

You devil.

[ He looks like sin so confident and powerful down there. Joe can barely stand to look at him because it makes him want so much. ]

Stay just like that. Let me paint your face.

[ He's a possessive lover sometimes even though there's no reason to worry. Nicky is his and no one could ever change that. But he still likes to mark him as his. ]

My artist.

[ He laughs, his accent even heavier given that he's not bothering to focus on his English when his mouth is busy doing other things. He's achingly hard himself, but he'd already been on the cusp when he'd been beating up those assholes who slung names at them.

Staying there, right at the head of Joe's cock, he ducks down for a teasing little kiss, mouth open as he works his tongue around the underside, his fingers working his balls, gently stroking and the lightest nudge, attempts to push him over the edge. ]

[ It really doesn't take much more. Joe is fully under Nicky's spell, lost in his beauty and sensuality.

Oh, he will return it tenfold once Nicky lets him go but right now, he is putty in his hands.

Joe bites his own hand to muffle his shout as he comes. His eyes flutter, fighting the urge to close so he can watch the mess he makes of Nicky's face. ]